Bub has this fuzzy hair now. I just can’t bear to cut it.
It’s hilarious, and adorable, and out of control.
Once I was in the grocery store, trying to make it behave. I said to Bub, “Oh, man. This is like a bad combover.” Just then, a man walked around from behind me. He must’ve heard what I said, because he turned around and smirked at me, his eyes twinkling.
I can’t bear to cut it, because it’s still so baby. When I cut it, he’ll look like a little man.
Maybe in a couple of months.
I love the fuzzy hair.
I completely understand. I couldn’t bear to cut W’s hair until it was way too long, because it was adorable baby curls and he’d look older with a haircut.